Feathers on the Floor

Feathers on the Floor
(to the tune of Islands in the Stream)

Feathers on the floor, feathers by the door,
feathers everywhere, Pablo doesn’t care.
Feathers on my desk, colors picturesque,
feathers in a mess, I wish he molted less.

Green and red and blue, yellow's in there, too.
Black and sometimes white, I'll clean them up tonight .

Every time he flaps, each little mishap,
feathers fly a-whirl, feathers in a swirl.

Some are soft and light, downy stars in white,
Pablo’s underwear, you think that he’d be bare.
Feathers on the floor, feathers by the door,
feathers everywhere, feathers in my hair.